The ride yesterday was hot and nasty. As usual, the wind through Wyoming and the promise of a different kind of heat in South Dakota kept us riding the speed limit. Not that we blaze down the highway at ninety miles an hour at any other time, but this year we were super conscious of not speeding even a little bit. Donna and I arrived at our cabin last evening just before sunset. Somehow, we seem to get sucked into a time warp when we travel and the day gets away from us. I suppose it doesn't help when we don't get started until almost noon.
On the road again.
Haze from the wildfires in the Western US was horrible, despite the strong winds out of the Northwest. The haze didn't begin to clear out until we were almost to South Dakota, and even then we can still see it hanging in the air.
We start paying attention to Rally chatter a couple of weeks before the event, so we have an idea of what to expect. Social media has been buzzing with reports of increased enforcement for the most minor infractions. We've heard that law enforcement has been giving tickets for as little as 3 MPH over the limit. So, we plan to keep our speed at the limit and plant both feet for a three-count at stop signs.
Today, we met with our friends from North Dakota, Sharon, Holly, and Renee. We have known Sharon and Holly since we started traveling to the Rally, some twenty-five years ago. Renee is a friend of theirs who we've met a few times over the years. We met them in Sturgis where we walked around and caught up on the last couple of years. I stayed masked most of the day, playing my part to keep from becoming a Typhoid Mary.
From last year, still my favorite mask.
Tomorrow, we are planning to ride the Black Hills with our North Dakota friends before they have to head back home. I promise to take more pictures.
